She pulls out a chair and places her unfinished assignment in front of me. Her tousled hair drops above her eyebrows. Light freckles stretch across her cheeks following no particular pattern, no set arrangement. Old wounds and sunburns patch her arms. Mismatched socks wrap around her ankles, and a loose shirt falls over her shoulders. "Can you help me with my homework?" I spent my weeks at the boys and girls club after school, sitting in the corner with my familiar books and pencils, rejecting the foreign environment around me. I drowned in the constant drum of sneakers hitting the floor. An invasive stench hugged the carpet alalaaaa. The shriek of two little boys performing in front of the TV screen, followed by a low grumble of a tall man with a recognizable neon green t-shirt. the low hum of I
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Perhaps it was something I was always longing for. a reason to step out of the lens and let the world shrink until it became out of focus, where I scan the world below me, looking for something I haven't seen before.
She became a normality. I expected her to show me a new game, a new idea, a new world every day, then it all came to a halt. She stopped going to daycare. I dragged myself to the corner; it was exactly the way I left it. The feeling was strange but not unfamiliar. The girl left a constant, dull throb in the back my memory. I no longer had someone to ask me questions I have never pondered before. As if I fell back into orbit, , no longer searching for a place to land, drifting restlessly. my world became closed and fixed again.
She had the confidence to question . its a daunting task to allow myself to be vulnerable. feared intrusion. I feared any attempt I made was something wrong. in a fabriacted /". to stand up against aggressive logic and scrutiny and put myself out there to be proven wrong, thats quite scary is it
Perhaps it was something I was always longing for. a reason to step out of the lens and let the world shrink until it became out of focus, where I scan the world below me, looking for something I haven't seen before.
She became a normality. I expected her to show me a new game, a new idea, a new world every day, then it all came to a halt. She stopped going to daycare. I dragged myself to the corner; it was exactly the way I left it. The feeling was strange but not unfamiliar. The girl left a constant, dull throb in the back my memory. I no longer had someone to ask me questions I have never pondered before. As if I fell back into orbit, , no longer searching for a place to land, drifting restlessly. my world became closed and fixed again.
She had the confidence to question . its a daunting task to allow myself to be vulnerable. feared intrusion. I feared any attempt I made was something wrong. in a fabriacted /". to stand up against aggressive logic and scrutiny and put myself out there to be proven wrong, thats quite scary is it